My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 85 - Truth.

By noon Syakil came to the residence of the father alone. He asks Kanaya to accompany Amara, yes as a man she has to solve this matter personally of course.

"Be careful, Mama believes in you."

From the look on his face, Kanaya knew what was happening. The man nodded and then left, deliberately he came out when his wife was cleaning herself.

"Titip Amara for a moment, Ma .. Don't tell her anything, my pregnant wife Mama understand what I mean right?"

Kanaya nodded, she patted her son slowly. After the ark of Mikhail's household that was considered chaotic at the beginning, in fact Syakil's household was more serious.

As the mother of Kanaya had tried to be a mediator so that Ibra's heart was broken. Unfortunately, a man as hard as Ibra is not that easy to soften, even if it is Kanaya himself.

Syakil went alone, he drove at high speed and a hot chest covered in emotion. Knowing his papa suddenly like this, honestly Syakil's heart ached as a man.

His residence still looks the same, the greeting of the people there is still a Shakil answer, his smile still he gives even though he is currently chaotic extraordinary.

"Is there?"

"In the reading room, Den .. please go up first."

Syakil nodded then stepped onto the second floor. Meeting Ibra at her favorite place, the man walked with his heavy steps, there was a million hopes he brought when he entered this house.

"Ma ... Shakil's coming."

As Kanaya asserts, be angry at anything try to look polite. Don't make Ibra so angry, that's all.

"Only?"

Ibra asked with her eyes still focused on the poem sheet in her hand. He had been waiting for a long time, his son had now come too even with a step that was not as fast as usual.

"Yes, by yourself."

Minutes later, Ibra got up and closed a poem by his wife a few decades ago. He stared flatly at his son who was now bowed lethargic, pity if he just stared hard at the truth.

"Sit down, you're my son .. Don't act like anyone else, Syakil."

Ibra glanced at the sofa in front of her, as a gesture for Syakil to sit in front of her. The conversation they will discuss is quite important, it will be uncomfortable if Syakil speaks while standing.

"Papa wanted to ask you one thing before." Ibra crossed her chest and looked carefully at her son's eyes, Syakil's nervous face could not be hidden and it was clearly perceived by Ibra.

"What's the matter, Pa?"

"Look, how much money do you spend on this woman named Eva in each month ..your will or your wife's wish?" ibra asked without saying stale, this he knew accidentally actually.

Syakil forgot, during his time in Indonesia the man entrusted a lot to Mikhail. While the one in control of anything in Mikhail's life is Bryan, it's clear that Mikhail's personal assistant, who is also an Ibra confidant, won't stay silent when he knows everything.

"My will," answered Syakil steadily, although Eva who asked him at the beginning still Syakil is the party who agreed.

"The apartment, the car and the money are good .. You married his sister but her brother is also your responsibility, and all this is certainly with your wife's approval, right?"

Intentions only find out about Amara's identity. However, this fact he was exposed accidentally and successfully made Ibra extraordinarily angry.

"I gave it to Eva without being asked, Pa. Amara never agreed to this, don't blame her for the decision I took without her consent."

Syakil lied a little, he did not want Eva to look worse which would affect Amara as well. His wife's self-esteem should be completely guarded until the end according to him.

.

.

.

.

A moment Syakil looked back at Ibra's face, the man had since cast a deathly gaze for her. Syakil fell silent, what did his father mean to speak like that.

"I mean Papa?"

Ibra then moved and took an envelope from the top of her desk. The man threw it at Syakil and said nothing afterwards.

Syakil who can also think without waiting for orders he opened the envelope and took out one by one the contents. His eyes momentarily puffed up, several times Syakil stared and read them over and over again.

"Papa membebaskanmu menikah dengan siapapun, Syakil ... tapi tidak dengan putri badjingan itu," tekan Ibra tanpa menatap ke arah putranya.

Shakil shook his head, this kind of evidence he could not take and believe for granted. Just because of some photos of twins and the identity of both parents can not be an explanation for Syakil.

"Papa is wrong, their birth year is different .. Amara's father's name is also not Wiranata," Syakil replied then no longer care about the contents of the envelope that Bryan had difficulty getting for Ibra some time ago.

"Where did you see him? Is Amara's identity?" ibra asked in a slightly disdainful tone, he expected Syakil to answer so.

Syakil nodded, he indeed only had that. There was nothing Shakil could show against the evidence Ibra provided.

"Identity problems can be engineered, Syakil ... Have you forgotten that in this world money is the best solution? While money works, let alone writing birth years .. gender can be changed," explains Ibra again reminded Syakil how evil the world would be if he wanted to know.

Syakil was silent, he stared at the contents of the envelope that was no longer regular. Knowing this, Syakil was not so surprised. But he felt relieved, as if the answer he had been looking for long ago but the reinforcement he did not find, now Syakil's curiosity paid for itself.

"Then if it's true why? Papa can't drag Amara in a mistake he didn't make at all, Amara is just a new person Syakil chose as a companion ... Papa please, do not be associated with the past for which there is no price. It has absolutely nothing to do, Pa."

"Nothing do you think? You know why Wiranata called Papa again for what? Because you married his other daughter, Syaki!" Ibra's breath even stirred, she paused for a moment and then continued her speech.

"He felt entitled to the woman and said Papa licked his own spit for finally breaking Papa's vow a few years ago .. You know how shameful your Papa is, Syakil?" Ibra who usually prefers silence and not much talk now has no power to withstand the turmoil in his mind. It was not only him who was humiliated but Syakil as well, it was obvious that the man did not accept.

Ibra was angry, but still Syakil could not be on Ibra's side if the desire of the father is the destruction of his marriage.

"I'm sorry if Syakil put Papa to shame, but all Papa needs to know is that my wife doesn't know her origin at all, isn't Papa too cruel to put all of Papa's anger on her?" syakil asked with a faint-sounding voice and an unusually sad gaze.

"Your apology doesn't need Syakil, let go of your wife because Papa really doesn't want you to re-establish a relationship with the flesh and blood of Wiranata" Ibra said, still the same as yesterday and even more angry.

"Father or not, Amara will remain the wife of Syakil .. she is pregnant with my son, Papa don't try to set the course of my life."

"Sure, she is not a woman worthy of your wife!! Abort the boy, Papa doesn't accept his presence in our family."

Shakil clenched his hands, the man really felt hurt when Ibra looked at his wife that bad.

"Then what kind of child did you accept as Papa's grandson? What should a child be conceived three months before marriage? Or six months, Pa?" syakil asked sarcas and this was out of his control, feeling sick because Ibra had refused Amara and her baby candidate Syakil ignored her mother's message.

PLAQUES

"Just slap, Papa likes that, right?" Syakil can still pull the corners of the lips even though the slap was unusually painful.

PLAQUES

"Brazed kid!! How dare you talk like that?" Ibra's hand shook after landing so strong on Syakil's handsome face, it sure feels very hot and may feel numb.

"Fact right? When Mikhail took Zia pregnant Papa accepted her, she was afraid that Mikhail would hurt Zia. If Papa can be nice to Zia then why not Amara, Pa?" syakil asked with eyes now reddened, hot on his face as if no longer felt for now.

"I am married in a good way, I bring to the presence of Papa and Mama with good intentions .. If Papa can not accept my son no problem, it does not matter, we can still live happily even if only three." It hurts, but Syakil doesn't care how bad his papa is after this.

- To Be Continue